Ice crystals stretch out

Drawing strength from the cold air

We turn into stone

The night comes sooner

Sweeps away the dying day

Snuffed out like a flame

The last few birds leave

Setting out for warmer shores

We chamber onwards

Weave and wind our way

As the pioneering birch

We never give up

I die with the day

As I give myself away

I will rise in flames

Jack frost gleaming gold

Hoary haired and frozen toed

The year’s getting old

The rosy skies fade

Their soft colours drain away

Into concrete grey

Rising from the mist

The hanging tree looms o’er me

I see what I missed

In day there is night

Even In the darkness you

Feel the bright white light

Remember warm seas

Hot sun, white sand, humid breeze

Doing as we please

Washed up on the beach

Rolled and twisted by blue waves

Leave me in my shell

Stumble through the maze

Winding tunnels through dark caves

Then carried away

Beneath rolling waves

Each shape and pattern mirrored

In our clouded eyes

Indigo highlights

Held up by floating pillars

And the wind picks up

A song must be sung

It can only exist in

The breath of singers

Let your roots run deep

Burrow between rock and stone

All our temples fall

I’ll shadow the moon

I will go out with the tide

I’ll set with the sun

Elder doorframes creak

Ivy creeps and then reclaims

This house stole her name

A buzzard circles

Crossing hedges and fences

His scavenging ground

Seasons change again

Keep climbing the same mountain

Then rolling back down

In the grass I’m lost

In the middle of nowhere

Trapped in amber seas